Judy flinched as the door burst open, she ran up the stairs trying to locate a good hiding spot. She didn't have any weapons on her and fighting Pat was like trying to pour water into a river. She heard Pat run up the stairs after her, breathing heavily and stomping his foot.
Judy knew she wasn't safe anymore, and she had just one choice to make, it was either kill or be killed.
“You think running can save you? Where is it?” Pat snarled, curling his lips vehemently.
“Pat just let me go. I promise nobody will find out, I won't tell a soul, just let me leave” Judy said bravely.
“Shut up! Judy, I'm going to make sure you don't tell anyone quite alright. You will die you rat” Pat replied smiling.
Judy hadn't come this far to die, she'd survived worse as an orphan on the streets, and now that her life had changed for good she wasn't about to let someone cut it short. She looked up at Pat's face in disgust and then towards the door looking for a chance to escape.
She grabbed a table lamp and sidestepped Pat, hitting him on the knee and heading straight for the door. Of course, it had no impact on the heavily built man as he grabbed her from behind. She felt him press a wet cloth to her nose and everything went dark…
Judy woke up gasping for breath. Her head ached, and her limbs felt heavy. She slowly opened her eyes and winced as harsh bright light hit her face.
“Ohh somebody decided to wake up” a voice boomed around the room.
A startled Judy looked around her surroundings. She was alone in a room that looked like a prison cell on an iron bed. She staggered to the door and found it was locked. That only means he has cameras in this cell and hidden speakers she thought to herself.
“You can't keep me here forever, Pat and I might just kill you instead of handing you over to the proper authorities when I get out of here” she replied.
Just then, she heard the door being opened and two men with guns walked in with a tray.
“That's food and painkillers. Your head must be aching badly, that's an effect of the stuff I used to knock you out. Be a good girl and collect the tray nicely, then we can talk about where you hid the pictures and recordings” Pat said.
By now, Judy was already calculating her moves. She no longer felt groggy as adrenaline flooded her body. The cutlery in the tray was made of plastic so she had no need for it. What she required was a proper weapon, and these guys were armed with guns and knives in their belts.
She reached for the tray and then swiftly threw the contents on the face of one of the guards holding it, then proceeded to hit the other guard on his head with the tray. She whooped out loud when it landed with a satisfying thunk sound. Not giving them a chance to catch their breath, she rammed into them with all her might.
Wincing in pain as her head throbbed she staggered up and for a moment regretted not saving the painkillers. A fierce kick to her ribs knocked the air out of her lungs, causing blinding pain. But she didn't give up easily. Clutching the knife she'd stolen she curled up in a ball and waited for another kick.
She wasn't disappointed as a foot came flying towards her face.
“Wrong move” she said through gritted teeth, stabbing the foot multiple times. The owner of the foot stumbled down, and she wrapped her legs around his neck until he passed out. Luckily, for her, the other guy was foolishly watching her instead of fighting her.
“Stop her you moron” she heard Pat's voice boom through the speakers.
“Too late!” she whispered dragging the flimsy bed cover and sliding underneath the guard as he tried to grab her. She used the knife on his legs and wrapped the bed cover around his neck with all her strength praying that he passed out before she did.
Her prayers were answered as she felt him go still minutes later, and tears of joy escaped her eyes as she realized she had defeated them. Her joy was short-lived as she heard Pat through the speakers issuing orders to get her and cripple her.
Running to the door, she pushed it open and bolted towards the staircase praying for strength. She knew her way around the house after all, she had lived here for three years as Pat's girlfriend. In reality, she was an undercover agent who had been planted in his life to gather evidence.
Pat Turnbull was a successful businessman to people but what he really did for a living was smuggling weapons and child trafficking. The federal agency Judy worked for hadn't been able to get any evidence to put him behind bars until the idea of sending in an undercover agent had come up.
After three long hard years, she'd finally had her big break. Pat never had his meetings at home or took her to any. But two nights ago, an emergency one had happened in his home office. Eavesdropping on an international arms deal in his office and going in later to gather the files and recorders placed there years ago had somehow led to Pat finding out whom she really was, and the rest was history.
Judy hid underneath the staircase as more men ran up the stairs to search for her. When she was satisfied the coast was clear, she snuck into the kitchen to grab more knives and a bottle of water. She needed just two things now: darkness and a gun with a silencer. Any other gun would alert them to her position.
Judy remembered the security cameras in the house and groaned in frustration. But she had the advantage of knowing the house, and she knew some nooks and corners that might help her avoid them. She then grabbed a match box and a wooden rolling pin then moved stealthily along the corridors.
The element of surprise made the rolling pin more effective. She used it to hit the guards before they could shoot her. Firstly, she located the fuse box and killed the power. Then she snuck into the attic, then retrieved her hidden emergency exit bag. It contained night vision glasses, a bulletproof, silencers, guns and all the evidence she took.
Guns blazing she ran towards the garage door taking out as many obstacles as she could. A bullet pierced through her thigh and she groaned in pain slowing down for a moment to tear a piece of her top and tie the wound to prevent any trail of blood.
Judy trudged forward with her night vision glasses, avoiding the guards and heading to the garage. She grabbed a gallon of gasoline and doused all his expensive cars and his money safe, which he had built into the garage because he knew nobody would suspect to search the garage walls.
As soon as she was out the door, Judy lit a matchstick and threw it into the garage, then ran as fast as her legs could carry her towards the woods. That fire would distract them and allow her escape without disturbance. When she ran out to the road, Judy sank to her knees, crying tears of relief.
She flagged down a police vehicle probably responding to the fire at Pat's house and identified herself asking to be driven to a hospital. Judy reached out to her bosses from the hospital and handed over her evidence…
Five months later…
Judy finished her walk on the beach and headed back to her beach house. She had traveled here directly from the hospital after she was discharged. The evidence Judy had gotten was enough to prosecute and sentence Pat to prison finally.
Judy was glad it was finally over, and she was actually smiling as she walked barefoot on the beach. She reached home to find a package by the door and became alert. No one knew where she was except her boss and some fellow agents.
She picked it up and rushed indoors slamming the door and scanning through the windows for any sign of movement. Confirming whoever had dropped the package was long gone she headed to the kitchen. Judy put the box to her ear, and it wasn't beeping.
She ripped the box open and dropped to the floor, shaking in relief as a note fell out with pictures and details of another operation. For a moment there she'd thought it was from her old friend Pat. He might be behind bars, but only Judy knew just how dangerous the man could be to his enemies.
